I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

The flame from the tattered cloth at the mouth of the glass bottle had just shot up half a foot high.

Eight kilowatt searchlights on the ceiling of the main workshop were powered on simultaneously, their incandescent light piercing the darkness and shining directly into the doorway.

The scarred man was blinded by the bright light, and instead of throwing the Molotov cocktail, it smashed at his feet. Gasoline splattered everywhere, and flames leaped wildly.

The three hundred thugs behind him all raised their hands to block his view, and a chorus of curses erupted from the crowd.

"Who turned on the light? Smash it for me!" Scarface yelled.

Lin Dabiao emerged from the shadows at the entrance of the main workshop, dragging a solid steel wrench that was a meter long and weighed over ten kilograms.

The wrench dragged across the concrete floor, making a screeching sound.

"Close the door, beat the dog." Lin Dabiao spat.

Behind the pile of scrap metal on the left, and in the wasteland on the right, five hundred burly men wearing yellow hard hats stood upright.

They didn't carry knives, but instead all carried heavy wrenches, their heavy steps completely blocking the gate.

The surrounding area is formed.

Scarface adjusted to the bright light and saw that everyone around him was a worker wearing a yellow hat.

He glanced at the people on his side; they were all skilled street fighters who had been wielding machetes and steel pipes since childhood.

"Playing tricks." Scarface brandished his machete, pointing it at Lin Dabiao.

"They dare to block the path of the Sanyi Society with just a few broken wrenches. Brothers, let's kill these country bumpkins. Master Qiao will reward them with ten thousand dollars for each head they take."

Whoever kills the most people tonight, I'll take him to the Golden Goblet Club for a taste of the West tomorrow.

With such a hefty reward, the eyes of the three hundred thugs turned red with greed.

Dozens of men carrying Molotov cocktails retreated to the back, while more than two hundred men in front raised machetes and charged toward the Lin family's defenses with howls.

"Kill them."

"Chop all their yellow hats to pieces."

The thugs' shouts and curses echoed through the factory area.

On the Lin family's side, the five hundred men remained silent. They gripped their large wrenches tightly, their breathing steady.

In Tazhai, no one can make a move without the Grandfather's order.

A henchman rushed to the front, wielding a half-meter-long machete, and pointed it at Lin Dabiao's nose, yelling, "I'll take your head for the reward first!"

Lin Dabiao raised a large wrench and roared, "Smash their bones!"

The two groups collided without any probing or scuffing.

The gang leader raised his machete and chopped it down at Lin Dabiao's head.

Lin Dabiao neither dodged nor evaded, but swung a heavy wrench weighing over ten kilograms with his right hand and smashed it down on Lin Dabiao's head from below.

The blade of the machete struck the solid steel wrench.

A crisp snapping sound.

The steel machete broke in half, the broken blade flying out and embedding itself in the tire of a nearby Jinbei van. The hissing sound of the leaking tire was drowned out by the shouts of battle.

The gang leader's hand, which was gripping the knife, was shattered at the base of his thumb, bleeding profusely, and his entire arm was dislocated.

Before he could even scream, Lin Dabiao twisted his wrist and swung the large wrench horizontally across the leader's right knee.

With a cracking sound of bones breaking, the leader's knees bent backward, and he flew two meters away, crashing to the ground and writhing in pain.

This one-sided beating occurred in every corner of the factory area.

Lin Jiahanzi, who had undergone systematic physical enhancement, possessed strength far exceeding that of ordinary people.

The heavy wrench, weighing over ten kilograms, was as light as a fire poker in their hands, whistling through the air as they swung it.

The thugs from the Sanyi Society slashed at the Lin family's canvas work clothes, but the blade was stuck by the thick fabric and the muscles underneath, unable to even make a cut.

Lin's man swung his wrench backhand and smashed the thug's arm, deforming it instantly.

A thug with a fierce face swung an iron rod and smashed it on the shoulder of a loyal man.

The man didn't even flinch. He grabbed the falling iron bar with his left hand, pulled it forcefully, and dragged the thug in front of him. Then, he slammed the wrench in his right hand down on the thug's shin.

The thug's shinbone snapped, and he clutched his leg, howling in agony on the ground.

Seeing this, the thugs standing nearby froze, their hands holding knives in mid-air, too afraid to step forward.

"What did these guys eat to grow up like this? How come they're so strong?" One of the thugs said in a trembling voice, taking two steps back.

"The knife can't cut through them, are they wearing iron shirts?" Another thug looked at his chipped machete with a look of terror on his face.

Lin's man didn't give them any time to think. He strode forward, brandishing his wrench, and aimed specifically at the thugs' leg bones and arms.

Lin Fei, gripping a solid steel pipe, charged ahead.

A blond thug swung a baseball bat at Lin Fei's back, but Lin Fei didn't even turn his head. He took a half step back, grabbed the thug's wrist with precision with his left hand, and twisted it forcefully.

Huang Mao's wrist was dislocated, and the baseball bat fell to the ground. Lin Fei's right hand, wielding a steel pipe, slammed into Huang Mao's shinbone.

Huang Mao knelt on the ground, and Lin Fei kicked him in the chest, sending him flying back into the crowd and knocking over three or four thugs carrying gasoline cans.

Gasoline spilled all over the ground, and sparks landed, setting several thugs' trouser legs ablaze. Chaos erupted in the crowd; some tried to light the fire, while others retreated.

"Don't panic, everyone stay calm. They outnumber us, surround them and wear them down." Scarface shouted from the back.

No sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Dabiao, wielding a blood-stained wrench, charged up in front of him.

The seven or eight thugs who blocked the way were all broken by Lin Dabiao with a single swing of his wrist, and they lay on the ground howling in pain.

Scarface swallowed hard, gripped the machete tightly with both hands, and slashed at Lin Dabiao's neck with all his might.

Lin Dabiao raised his left hand, using his thick canvas-gloved arm to block the knife. The blade sliced ​​through the glove and got stuck in the muscle, unable to go any further.

Scarface turned pale and tried to draw his knife and back away.

Lin Dabiao sneered and slammed the wrench in his right hand directly onto Scarface's right shoulder.

The sound of a collarbone shattering was clearly audible. Scarface screamed, the machete slipped from his hand, and he fell to one knee on the ground.

Lin Dabiao kicked Scarface in the face, sending him sprawling onto his back, his nasal bridge completely collapsing.

ten minutes.

In just ten minutes.

The battle in the factory's open space was completely over; not a single person remained standing.

Three hundred of the Sanyi Society's proud elite gangsters had their legs broken and lay sprawled on the ground.

The night sky echoed with cries of agony and pleas for mercy, and the ground was littered with broken machetes, deformed baseball bats, and shattered glass bottles.

Five hundred men from the Lin family, all wearing yellow hard hats, stood still. Apart from a few who had minor cuts, not a single one was seriously injured.

The large wrenches in their hands were covered in blood, which dripped down their sides.

On the iron frame platform on the second floor.

Lin Ting remained seated, not even changing his posture. He toyed with two red walnuts in his hand, making a crisp clinking sound.

Old Wei and three hundred veteran workers peered out of the windows of the logistics building, watching the horrific scene outside, too terrified to utter a sound.

Lin Dabiao walked up to Scarface and tapped Scarface's bald head with a blood-stained steel wrench.

The metal struck the skull, producing a dull thud.

Scarface was covered in blood, convulsing in pain, unable to even utter a complete plea for mercy.

"Big brother, spare me! I'm just a errand boy, don't kill me!" Scarface spat out a mouthful of blood and begged for mercy incoherently.

"This number isn't even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of my Lin brothers."

Lin Dabiao spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, turned around and looked at the Zhongtang men behind him, "Strip them all naked!"